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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.