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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Jandek,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.