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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Index,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.