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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.