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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.