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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.