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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Basic Channel 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.