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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.