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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
the Association,
10cc,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.