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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.