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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Kas Product 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.