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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.