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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.