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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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?
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Magma,
Mars,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.