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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.