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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Can,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.