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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.