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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.