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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.