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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.