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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Can,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.