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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.