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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.