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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.