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 India and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.