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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.