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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.