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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Associates,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.