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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Television,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.