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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.