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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.