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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.