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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.