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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.