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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.