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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
PIL,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.