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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.