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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.