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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Excepter,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
cv313,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.