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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.