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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
DNA,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.