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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.