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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.