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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.