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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.