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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.