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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.