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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.