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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.