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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.