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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.