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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.