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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.