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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.