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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.