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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.