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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.