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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.