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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.