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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.