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 Uganda and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.