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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.