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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.