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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.