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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.