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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.