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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.