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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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?
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.