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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.