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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.