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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.