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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.