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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.