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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.