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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.