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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.