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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.