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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Organ,
the Slits,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.