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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.