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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.