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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.