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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.