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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Black Moon 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.