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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.