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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.