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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Erasure 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.