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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.