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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Swans,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.