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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.