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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.