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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Nas,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Monolake,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.