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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.