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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.