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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.