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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.