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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.