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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Wings,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.