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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.