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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Can,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Index,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.