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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.