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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.