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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.