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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.