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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.