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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.