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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
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 Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.