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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.