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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.