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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.