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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.