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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.