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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.