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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 AZ to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.