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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.