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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.