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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
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.