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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Magma,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.