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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Evens,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.