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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.