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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.