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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.