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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.