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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.