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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.