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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Smog,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.