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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.