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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Swans,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.