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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.