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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.