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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Can,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.