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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.