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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.