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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.