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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Scion,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.