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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Fear,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.