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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.