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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.