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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.