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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.