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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.