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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.