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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.