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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.