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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.