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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.