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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Organ,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.