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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.