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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.