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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Can,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
X-102,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.