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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Index,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.