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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Seoul and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.