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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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?
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.