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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.