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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.