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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
PIL,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
The Move,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.