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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.