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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.