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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.