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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.