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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.