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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 rhodes and a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.