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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.