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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.