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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.