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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Index,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.