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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Slits to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.