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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.