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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Make Up,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.