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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.