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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.