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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.