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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.