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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 CMW to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.