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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.