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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.