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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.