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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.