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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
CMW,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.