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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.