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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.