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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Monks,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.