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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.