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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.