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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.