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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Index,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.