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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Monks,
ABBA,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.