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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
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.