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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.