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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
cv313,
Nas,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.