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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.