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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Mars,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.