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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.