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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Neu!,
Can,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.