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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.