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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.