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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Symarip,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.