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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.