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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Fear,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.