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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
MDC,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.