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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 an organ and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.