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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.