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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.