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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.