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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Nas,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.