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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.