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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.