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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.