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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.