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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.