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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Human League to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.