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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Urselle,
X-101,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.