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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.