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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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.