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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.