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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.