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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.