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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.