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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.