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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.