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 Nauru and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Standells 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
John Cale,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.