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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.