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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Audionom,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.