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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.