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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.