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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.