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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.