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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Television,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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.