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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.