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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.