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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.