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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.