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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.