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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.