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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.