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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.