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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.