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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.