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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.