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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Television,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.