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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.