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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.