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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.