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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.