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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.