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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.