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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.