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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.