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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.