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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.