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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.