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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
MDC,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.