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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.