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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.