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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.