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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.