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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.