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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.