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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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?
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.