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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.