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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.