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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.