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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.