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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.