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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
DNA,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.