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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.