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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.