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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.