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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.