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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.