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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Whodini,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.