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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.