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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Magma,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.