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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
AZ,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.