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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.