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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.