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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.