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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.