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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.