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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.