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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.