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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
The Remains,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.