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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.