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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.