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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.