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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.