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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.