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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.