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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.