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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.