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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.