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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.