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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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?
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.