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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.