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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.