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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.