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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.