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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.