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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.