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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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.