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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.