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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.