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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.