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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.