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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.