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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.