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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 a spring reverb and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Q65,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.