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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.