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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.