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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.