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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.