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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.