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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.