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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.