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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.