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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Derrick May 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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?
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.