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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Pole,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.