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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.