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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.