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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.