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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.