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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.