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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Brick,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.