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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.