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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.