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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.