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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.