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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.