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 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.