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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.