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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.