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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.