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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Slits,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.