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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.