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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.