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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.