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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.