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 Italy and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 grunge 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 a marimba and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.