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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.