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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.