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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.