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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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?
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.