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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.