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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
UT,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Ituana,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.