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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Fall,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.