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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.