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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.