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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Television,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.