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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.