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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.