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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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?
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Visage,
PIL,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.