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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.