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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.