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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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?
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
the Normal,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.