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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Slave,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.