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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.