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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.