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 Palau and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Smog,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.