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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Hashim,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.