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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Selecter to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.