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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Scion,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.