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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.