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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Monolake,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.