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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
The Busters,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.