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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.