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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smoke 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.