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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.