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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.