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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.