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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.