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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 UT to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.