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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
the Association,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.