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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.