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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.