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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.