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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.