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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.