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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.