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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.