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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 an organ and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.