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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.