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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.