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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 10cc to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.