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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Wire,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.