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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.