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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.