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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.