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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.