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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
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.