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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.