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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
cv313,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
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.