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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.