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 Oman and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.