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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Visage,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
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.