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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Rakim,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.