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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Can,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.