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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.