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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.