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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.