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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.