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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Inner City,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.