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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.