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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Visage,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.