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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.