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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.