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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.