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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Index,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
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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.