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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.