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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.