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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.