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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.