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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.