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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.