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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Japan,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.