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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.