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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.