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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.