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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.