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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Nico,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.