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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
PIL,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.