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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
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.