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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.