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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.