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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.