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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.