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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.