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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.