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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.