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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Fall,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.