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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.