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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faust to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
John Holt,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.