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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.