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 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.