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 China 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Main Source,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.