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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Make Up,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.