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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.