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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.