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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.