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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.