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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.