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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.