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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.