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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.