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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.