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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.