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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
PIL,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.