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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.