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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.