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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.