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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Aswad,
Technova,
AZ,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.