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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.