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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.