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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 theremin and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.