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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
MC5,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.