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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.