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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Unwound,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.