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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.