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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.