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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.