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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.