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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Sparks,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.