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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.