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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.