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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.