Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.