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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.