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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.