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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.