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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
The Move,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.