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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.