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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.