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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.