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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.