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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.