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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.