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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.