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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.