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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.