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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Wings,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Names,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.