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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.