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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Wire,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.