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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.