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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.