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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.