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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.