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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.