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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.