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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.