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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.