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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Swans,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.