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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.