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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 CMW to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.