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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.