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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.