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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Visage,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.