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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.