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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.