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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.