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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.