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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.