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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
June of 44,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.