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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.