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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.