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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.