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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.