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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.