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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.