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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.