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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.