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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.