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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.