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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Rakim,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.