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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.